That brought Wang Yi into the paint. Seeing him, Wemby hurried over to join Magic Hand Jack in defending him.
But when the two of them met him there, Wang Yi took another step forward.
"Hrngh."
"Hrngh."
This time, they both grunted at once.
Then Wang Yi spun off an Explosive Dribble.
He leaped up and went for a monster dunk over both of them.
The two tried to jump up and block him, but Wang Yi's Explosive Dribble spin wasn't just a simple turn.
As he spun, he drove his body forward and powered past them.
The two then lunged at him to defend, but they'd already lost their chance to block him in time.
Wang Yi slammed the ball through the hoop over both of them.
KRAK-BOOM.
The rim let out a terrifying groan.
It had been wrenched from a circle into an oval.
That dunk was earth-shattering, shaking the ground and rattling the mountains.
It felt as if the basket were a tree and Wang Yi's dunk had ripped it out by the roots.
Wemby and Magic Hand Jack were knocked backward by Wang Yi's dunk, crashing against the support behind the basket.
And because Wang Yi had hit them with so much force, they both toppled onto the floor.
After landing, Wang Yi turned toward the crowd behind the backboard and flexed his muscles.
Then he roared, "Who's next?"
The spectators behind the backboard were all shaken by Wang Yi's roar. To them, it didn't sound like the roar of a man, but the bellow of a dragon.
Wang Yi turned around, broke into an Overlord step, and strode toward the backcourt.
As he ran, he looked just like Shaquille O'Neal.
Though he was two sizes smaller than O'Neal, no one could deny that Wang Yi